A/N: Of course I had to write a fanfic about Rin and Haru. This one can get a little graphic so, if you have a weak tummy or something, don't read! More to come! Keep reading!

Chapter 1

I was standing before my parents, dressed in cute blue dress they bought for me a day earlier. They had always bought me what I desired, toys, candy, and clothes. It seemed as though they loved me fiercely.

"Why do you love Rin so much? Don't you ever get sad?" I innocently asked tilting my head to one side and smiling at them.

"The truth is, Isuzu, we don't," my father answered kneeling down to my nine year old eye level.

"We wanted everyone to think that we were the perfect, happy family," my mom added "Now whip that smile off of your ugly face."

Her soft expressions hardened into a look that made me cringe and shutter away from her in fear. My father walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the woman that hates me so for being born.

"Now you'll feel what I have felt everyday of my life since your miserable birth," she said sulking closer to me.

She raised her hand and brought it down hard across my face. I began to cry, all this time I had been fooled into thinking that they loved me. All they did was buy off their hatred for me. She continued to slap me until I was back up into a corner.

"Why are you crying? Does it hurt?" She asked sarcastically, her eyes searing with evil.

She got to the point where slapping me wasn't enough to fulfill her deep rooted hatred for me. My mom punched my left eye, then my stomach. I was lying on the floor bawling my eyes out. I began to choke on my spit and my words became nothing but pathetic whimpers for the deceitful woman to stop this senseless beating.

"Can you imagine all the fake smiles we had to plaster on just so we wouldn't do this?" she screamed kicking me once more before she left me to wallow in all that happened in the past 15 minuets.

Tears were pouring out of my numb eyes. I could feel bile rise up in my throat, then all of my previous meals were falling out of my mouth and onto the green carpet I had been brutally beaten on.

I looked up and saw my father; he shook his head in disgust.

"What a bad little Rin, you really shouldn't puke, it's rather disgusting. But, what should I expect from such a nasty creature?" he asked spitting venom at me.

In a moment of sheer naïve childhood innocence I stretched my arm out in a desperate cry for help.

"No baby, you have no one who can help you now," he simply replied and knelt down again giving me a look that said he no longer would hold me like before.

"Since you made such a big mess, clean it up…With your tongue."

"No daddy, please, please. That's so gross," I pleaded looking up at the mad that I once loved with all my heart.

"That's exactly how I felt every time I have to kiss you good night or in front of Akito. The taste of your grotesque skin is still in my mouth no matter how hard I try to scrub it out." his strong hands, that at one point cradled every little fear of mine, were now punching at my kidneys and my back as I rolled over into my meals.

I sat up to escape the foul smell,

"No, no! Bad Rin!" my papa scolded me and pushed my face into the fresh puke. "Now eat!" he pushed my face in deeper yet.

The fumes made my eyes water, "I can't father, I'm going to puke again," I cried trying to whip it off my bruising cheeks.

"Isuzu, you are not worthy of love. When you're older you'll see, that not a person in this world could ever love the horse," His voice was harsh and the words scarred me internally.

They will never leave my mind, for as long as I live. They will influence who I talk to, and who I don't. They are stained in my mind, never to be erased. My papa turned his back to me and walked out the door.

I could feel layers upon layers, walls being built all to protect myself from all the pain I know is yet to come.

"When you're older you'll see, that not a single person in this world could ever love the horse…"